Funeral By the Sea
“There was a closed door midway down the side of the stable, in the wall facing the yard. Ten windows looked menacingly out from the rear wall of the big house.
Gold raked his deadpan eyes over them and decided that human nature reduced the initial risk he had to take - that even if the servants were engaged in their normal chores in any of the rooms beyond the windows, the part of their attention not applied to their work would be attuned to picking up the first sign that the men were returning from their hunt on the cliff top. And this would be seen or heard from the front of the house.
So he took hold of the whore’s right hand in his left and moved out of the cover of the rear of the stable. He heard her sharp intake of breath and led her at an unhurried pace along the side.
Seth Harrow cursed and occasionally groaned. The house remained broodingly silent in the shadow of the cliff. He did not expect the door to be locked and it was not. One of the hinges creaked when he opened it.
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